6

Kindra sat, with one empty seat on her left, in Sawmill Theater.  She had been planning on coming with a date since it was one of her only nights without Andy, but she felt like she had a bummer day so she told the man she was going to see that she got sick. When she started getting ready to go to the play, she realized that that was probably a bad decision on her part – because she didn’t want to miss the play so she had to go by herself, which was even more frustrating than going with a date would have been.

                    The actors and actresses on stage held hands and bowed as the curtains came on. Somewhat of a childish gesture, she thought. The play was sort of immature anyways. Underdeveloped. As the lights came on, she was one of the first ones out of her seat. She was ready to just be home, out of the crowds.

                    On her way out, Kindra passed through the grassy area behind Sawmill Theater. It was a much quicker route than following H. Street would be, and it allowed her more alone time. The air was somewhat cool, but not cold. Good, springtime air. It was that sort of air that makes a person get out of whatever mood they were in before. She thought of how that air would feel drifting through her apartment that night – it would be so nice that Andy couldn’t complain about her having the window open. It immediately soothed her.

                    Behind her, Kindra heard some grunts and shouts. All it did was make her angry  – she was actually enjoying her night, but drunken assholes were taking her thoughts away from her.  Out of spite, she decided to not turn around. If they came up behind me, she thought, I wouldn’t want them to think they could talk to me.  She heard footsteps approaching and prepared herself. Instead of stopping or calling out, however, the person just ran hard into her shoulder and ran. Kindra stopped, it only just occurring to her to turn around in case something was wrong.